Artificial

I spend too many days
conjuring up artificial
forms of relationships.
They keep me occupied
during bouts of loneliness
when I wish somebody
was around.
I reside in a world
of words and sometimes
trying to reach out for
a sense of human contact
becomes a futile effort,
so I sit away
lonely and dejected.
In these moments,
my creative energies form
these relationships, people
both familiar and unknown,
occupants all within
my mental landscape.
But man cannot live
by dreams alone and
that keeps me restless
for the artificial cannot
sustain the real.